After the full-level supernatural being recognized by the rich family

"Teacher, wait a minute!" Song Yuhang stood up holding the textbook. "This is not right, teacher, look at the original text, 'So King Xiang wanted to cross the Wujiang River to the east', why did he refuse to cross? He wanted to cross, didn't he want to cross it?"

Teacher Feng: “…”

"I admire your courage to ask the question, but can you look at the back again? What did King Xiang say when he was smiling? He said, 'If Heaven has doomed me, why should I cross the river? Moreover, I and 8,000 Jiangdong men crossed the river to the west, but now no one has returned. Even if the fathers and brothers of Jiangdong pity me and make me king, how can I face them? Even if they don't say anything, won't I feel guilty? So King Xiang actually didn't want to cross the river, so he refused to cross."

Song Yuhang blinked and said, "Teacher, I can't understand it without translation."

Teacher Feng: “…”

Teacher Feng: "The translation means that if God wants to destroy me, why should I cross the river? Besides, I, Xiang Yu, led 8,000 men from Jiangdong across the Wujiang River and marched westward, but now no one is alive. Even if the elders and brothers of Jiangdong love me and support me as king, how can I face them? Even if they don't say anything, won't I feel guilty in my heart?"

Song Yuhang understood now and sat back down with a look of satisfaction.

Teacher Feng likes the learning attitude of Class 11 who ask questions when they don’t understand something, and encourages everyone to speak up actively.

At the end of the class, Teacher Feng made a summary: "Let's see how well everyone has understood the lesson. Let's find a student to answer the question."

She looked at the sleepy Ji Huan and said, "Ji Huan, why didn't Xiang Yu cross the Wujiang River?"

Ji He stood up with a start, staring at Teacher Feng without blinking, his brain still reacting frantically.

He grasped the key words.

Xiang Yu refused to cross the Wujiang River.

Ji He asked cautiously, "Because Xiang Yu is seasick?"

Teacher Feng: “…”

Class 11: "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA."

When the bell rang, Teacher Feng packed up his books and papers and said with a smile, "Write the answer to this question ten times and give it to me next class."

Ji 冮: “(T＿T) Good teacher.”

Zhong Yao smiled and shook her head, opened the thermal bag that Gu Siyu had prepared for her, took out the icy fruit tea and started drinking it.

Qi Tang went to a meeting and came back a few minutes later with a frown on his face.

Seeing her frown, Tian Tian asked worriedly, "What's wrong? Why do you look like that? Did something happen?"

Qi Tang sighed and said, "It's time to make a bulletin board. It's urgent this time. It needs to be graded before the first class tomorrow, but I still don't have any idea."

"Banner?" Shan Xiaochen leaned over. "I can't draw, but if you don't mind writing on the blackboard, I can help you write. Do you think if we try something else, will the scores look better?"

Qi Tang was amused by him and said, "Thank you, but I won't take the risk."

Shan Xiaochen shrugged, "Okay then."

Tian Tian: "Does this blackboard newspaper have a theme?"

Qi Tang shook his head and said, "Alas, he didn't say anything, just asked us to produce a blackboard newspaper, and the time was so tight, so I have no idea."

Cui Yu: "Study, struggle, hard work, persistence, innovation... these positive energies should not be wrong, right? There are templates on the Internet, we can use them quickly. If it doesn't work, just ask Yao Shen, her handwriting is super beautiful, and the score of the blackboard newspaper will definitely not be too bad."

Qi Tang had seen Zhong Yao's handwriting, and if she were to write it, the blackboard newspaper would definitely look good.

Qi Tang turned around and asked her, "Zhong Yao, can you please write the blackboard newspaper? We will try to draw more content and won't ask you to write too many words."

Zhong Yao was wearing headphones and listening to the voice message from Baili Ji. When she saw Qi Tang turning around and saying something, she took off her headphones and raised her eyebrows: "What?"

Qi Tang re-explained the matter of the blackboard newspaper, and Zhong Yao readily agreed: "Sure."

Qi Tang nodded happily and took Tian Tian and the others to discuss the theme of the bulletin board.

Zhong Yao listened for a while with his lips bent, then remembered what Baili Ji said, and then spoke in the space.

"My teacher told me that the date for this year's supernatural competition has been tentatively decided. It will be on the day of Xiaohan."

Amber: "Oh! The natural conditions of this year's competition are very friendly to students with natural ice and fire abilities."

Bixi added: "There are also psychics who are not afraid of the cold, or psychics who can withstand the severe cold, and they are also very friendly to them."

Zhong Yao responded: "My teacher asked me if I would go back to participate in the competition this year."

Amber asked, "The extremely cold weather sounds very interesting. Does mother want to go back?"

Zhong Yao shook his phone and showed them the message from the principal. "I can't go back. The principal won't let me participate in the competition."

On the mobile phone page was the text message sent by the principal of the underground city to Zhong Yao.

Principal: "Zhong Yao! Your class three hasn't grown at all under your protection! You are not allowed to come back for this year's competition! I want to see their true strength!"

Amber: "...this old man."

But his worries were correct. After all, the nickname of Class 09, Grade 3 was Zhong Yao and Her 29 Flaws.

Especially in the multi-theme competition two years ago, Class 3 won easily.

The time of the Dungeon School's annual superpower competition is not fixed, and even the start and end times of the competition are uncertain.

Students may start the competition in different weather conditions such as severe cold, scorching heat, plum rain, hail, willow catkins, heavy fog, etc., and the competition venues are also various.

Because there is a teacher who uses his supernatural power to create competition venues for them that match the weather. Deserts, glaciers, mountains, deep seas, rain forests, it is simply impossible to defend against them.

It might even be necessary to go out at night and fight other competing classes under the stars and the moon.

Zhong Yao has never experienced the winter supernatural power competition, and he actually wants to participate in it.

But the principal is right. We can’t let the students in Class 3 have no sense of crisis. We need to train them well.

Amber muttered in disappointment, "I love competitions. The most fun one was the science fiction theme my mother had last year. It was so much fun to compete with artificial intelligence!"

Zhong Yao curled her lips slightly. She still remembered the experience of driving a spaceship in the supernatural field. She didn't know if she would ever be able to drive one given the speed of development of modern science and technology.

After a while, Su Zhiming came back with a frown on his face, looking in a bad mood.

If he didn't ask, Zhong Yao wouldn't ask, but Su Zhiming couldn't hold it in any longer: "Why aren't you curious?"

"If you want to say it, just say it. If you don't want to say it, there's no need for me to ask."

That's true, but isn't curiosity natural?

Su Zhiming: "Aunt, I'm not in a good mood."

"Well, then don't bother me. I'm in a good mood."

Su Zhiming: “…”

Zhong Yao: "It's just a joke. Tell me, what's wrong?"